SALVATION FROM FAR AND NEAR
Presented for 9 Kislev, the day the Mitteler Rebbe was born and passed away.
Presented for 9 Kislev, the day the Mitteler Rebbe was born and passed away.
The loud ringing of the bell got all the students to their classrooms. Duvy and his friends also rushed to their places. Their teacher was known to be punctual and nobody wanted to be late and risk getting punished.
Silence. The only sound was the tick-tock of watches. R’ Chaim sat in his store waiting for customers who for some reason were not showing up.
My name is Eli Grossman. I grew up in Curacao, a Caribbean island, in an irreligious family. There was no Jewish school in the area so I attended a Christian school. The school occasionally had Christian ceremonies that all students had to attend.
The ticket office in Yerushalayim was very busy. Everyone wanted to go to the grave of the holy Tanna, Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai on Lag B’Omer. I got on line and waited patiently for my turn.
“Hello, Ma!” Leah’s happy voice filled the house, breaking the silence that usually prevailed in the early afternoon.
This story took place over 40 years ago. Reb Yitzchok Nemes, of blessed memory, a stamp dealer who lived in Crown Heights, was offered a deal that would earn him a lot of money. R’ Yitzchok went to meet with Tenkel, another stamp dealer. They sat down to discuss the deal but in the end, the idea was dropped.
Dovid, a Lubavitcher Chassid, was sitting in his office in Boro Park, busy with his work. The door suddenly opened and in walked a Hungarian Jew.
It was at the end of a long day of school. A heat wave had begun and two exhausted, sweaty children trudged home.
This story happened at the end of the Yom Kippur War. In this war, the Arabs had great success at the beginning, when they caught the Israeli army by surprise and unprepared for war. It was only after several days of fighting that our soldiers managed to rout the enemy and enter deeply into their territory. The reserve unit that I served in as a sapper was camped facing Ismalia, on the other side of the Suez Canal. We were in Egypt.
“You just can’t live in that class!” announced Chani as she walked in the door.
“Who took my library book?” Chani’s voice could be heard calling loudly.
From the moment Avi opened his eyes, he felt that the day was not going to be a good one. It was 7:35, which was very late. Especially for someone who had to get dressed, get organized, eat something, walk fifteen minutes to school and be there at 8:00.